Chapter 21:

Max's POV:

I woke up with a screaming pain in my stomach.

"Ah, Max. You're awake! How are you feeling?" Jeb stood by my bed.

I tried to pull my arms up, but I was chained to the bed.

I didn't answer him, I just glared at him.

"I know, you are probably mad, but I did not tell to treat you like that. You are my daughter, why would I let him do that to you?"

"You cut my baby out of my stomach like meat." I panicked, "Where is she?"

"Him, it was beautiful healthy baby boy. You want to see him?" Jeb asked kindly.

"Have you done anything to him?" I asked warily.

"No, he's actually with his father right now. Dylan has been dying to see you." Jeb said with a chuckle.

I frowned, "If he comes near me, I will kill him."

"Max, don't be like that. He is the father of your darling boy."

"I don't want him to be." I muttered.

"I know, but this is all part of the greater scheme of things. It's important that this child is raised in a nurturing home."

"What are you saying?" I asked.

"I'll iron out the details with you later. I am sending Dylan and the baby in." Jeb turned around and left.

"Jeb! Don't you dare!" I screamed after him.

I looked down at my stomach, which was covered with my paper nightgown.

"I am so sorry you had to be born into this, my sweet little darling." I whispered, sighing.

Why did I have to have such a screwed up life?

"Max?" I heard the door open.

I craned my neck and watched Dylan step in.

He had a bundle of blankets in his arm.

"Is that-"

"Yes, it is." Dylan said fondly, rocking the delicate package softly.

"Bring him here, I want to see him." I whispered.

"Jeb said you aren't allowed to hold him." Dylan said cautiously.

"Jeb doesn't have to know. I won't go anywhere, I promise. Just unlock my arms so I can hold him."

Dylan warily set the baby beside me and slowly unlocked both my wrists from the bed.

"Let me see my little baby boy." I cooed.

Just stay calm, don't let him look into your eyes or he'll figure it out.

He handed me the baby, who was squirming in Dylan's grip.

"He's so handsome, just like his father." I forced out.

"He's already so clever, like his mom." Dylan said fondly, stroking my hair.

I moved the baby to one of my arms, and like lightning, grabbed Dylan's hand and wrenched it till I heard a snap of his wrist.

Dylan screamed and fell to the floor, writhing in pain.

I got up and quickly made for the door.

I felt Dylan's good hand reach for my ankle, but I kicked it and opened the door.

No one was in sight, but they would hear Dylan screaming any second.

I had about a minute to find my way out.

The baby was crying now, which was not good for my situation.

I contemplated leaving the baby, but I couldn't force myself.

I ran down the hall, pushing past whitecoats and knocking over as many cages as I could.

Then finally, by a miracle, I saw a window.

I veered towards it, bracing myself, I smashed through it full force.

The baby cried out as glass pellets rained down on us.

I snapped out my wings as the ground approached.

Don't fail me! I screamed in my mind.

My wings found the wind and I soared upwards.

I sighed with relief, looking down at the baby in my arms.

He was not crying anymore, just looking up at the sky with a curious look.

I almost dropped him when I saw the color of his eyes.

They were a silvery blue, almost transparent.

The baby grunted and squirmed.

"Hey now, quit. We'll be home soon." I said quietly.

As a flew towards the setting sun, I remembered what had happened at home, and fear engulfed me.

It was now or never.

SO HEY GUYS, I WROTE MORE! AREN'T YOU PROUD OF ME?! Yeah, I am so sorry for not writing anything for...a year or more? Can't remember. Anyways, please favorite and give me a review. Also, I am accepting Ocs and names for the new baby boy. (Already have the eye color though, sorry).